Bewitched, Bothered, And Bred

“Oh no,” Xander said when he opened the door and saw Jenny Calendar standing there. “No, no, no, no, no!”

Jenny smiled at him, the soft peaks of her breasts rising and falling with an easy rhythm. “It’s okay, Xander. We’re alone here. You don’t have to pretend there’s nothing between us. It’s our little secret.”

“Some secret! Even I don’t know it!” Xander said sharply, his gaze dropping down to the deep valley between her full breasts. He’d never looked at her tits that way before. But they’d never been on display this way before.

Jenny wore a dress of rich gold brocade. The neckline plunged down in a sharp V, trimmed with a shimmering band of soft black fur. The contrast highlighted her fair skin, and how much of it was exposed by the slinky gown.

“It’s real simple, Xander,” Jenny said, her tone sultry in a way Xander had never heard it before. “Your love spell went wrong. You reversed it. But if the spell went wrong in the first place, why should reversing it put everything right? You’re trying to clean up black ink by spilling white ink on it. You’re going to get some gray.”

Xander backed away from her, trying to evade her reaching out to caress him, but this just let her into his house. “Gray, yeah, right. Look, I already went through this with Buffy! I told her that I don’t want love with some sex doll who doesn’t even want me, she just wants to go through with some dumb spell I didn’t even mean to cast! So no! Thank you! Please vaminos!”

Jenny closed the door behind her. “Xandie, be reasonable. There’s no reversing the spell. It’s permanent. I’m always going to want you, need you, desire you, so why not let me have you? It’ll make me happy and I’ll be sure to make you happy. That’s a win-win. Isn’t it?”

Xander kept backing up, but slower now, shuffling his feet on the already scuffed floor. “Well… hey… since you put it that way… I mean, no, I still can’t take advantage of—“

“Of what?” Cordelia demanded, coming thundering around the corner behind Xander. “Some MILF deciding she’d like to be the one to F you?”

Jenny huffed, drawing herself up straight and crossing her arms at the sight of Cordelia. “Really, Xander. Such an adolescent fixation. A cheerleader? Really?”

“Cheer captain, actually,” Cordelia said, fixing Jenny with her bitchiest look. “And I may not like Xander much—especially at the moment—but at least I don’t like him because some Wiccan peed on a tea leaf!”

Jenny snorted with laughter. “No, you like him because of teen hormones. How is that any less valid than magic? My feelings are no less real. We make as much sense as you two do as a couple. The only difference is, I love Xander more than you ever could. The question is whether he’s man enough to appreciate experience or if he’s still a sucker for a schoolboy crush!”

“No, I love him more!” Cordelia insisted, stepping past Xander to give Jenny a hard shove, sending her tripping almost the entire length of the hallway before she stopped herself.

“Whoa!” Xander cried. “Cordy, you feeling alright?”

“Never better, babe!” Cordelia told him as she stalked after Jenny. “It’s just that hearing her say that she loves you more than me… well… that’s just going too far!”

Xander gulped. “Oh God… I guess we did get back together pretty easily there… Cordelia, any chance you’re feeling some of the usual distaste for me mixed in with all your newfound affection?”

Cordelia turned around, seeming to forget Jenny entirely as she batted her eyelashes at Xander. “Of course not, sweetie. How could I think anything was wrong with you?” She strutted toward him, eyes tracing up and down his lean body. “Every single part of you is just so… so masculine. So strong. If only you weren’t wearing so much clothes…”

Jenny groaned and lowered the fists she had raised to confront Cordelia. “Xandie, please, don’t tell me she’s under the spell too—“

“It looks like,” Xander admitted. “I guess reverse a spell that works on everyone but Cordy, you get a spell that works on—only Cordy. And you too, Jenny, Ms. Calendar, sir, ma’am… damn, Amy really sucks at spellcasting. I hope she doesn’t try turning anyone else into a rat…”

Jenny heaved a sigh as Cordelia reached for Xander, helping him out of his jacket. “If Cordelia is under the spell too, then it’s irreversible on her too. There’s no getting rid of her.” Jenny squeezed her sinuses. “Oh well. We’ll just have to kill her.”

Xander held out his palm. “No! Nuh-uh! Nunca! I understand the impulse, but it seems just a tad unfair to kill Cordy for getting hit by a spell instead of one of the many, many things she’s done herself.”

“Oh, have I been a bad girl, Xander?” Cordelia asked before running her tongue up his cheek. “You can spank me if you want to. I don’t mind. I love you too much to care if you blister my tight little cheerleader butt.”

“Puh-lease,” Jenny sniffed. “You can do much more with my ass than spank it, Xandie. Not that your little girlfriend would know. No experience.”

Cordelia hugged herself tightly to Xander. “That’s right, you old bat. Xander knows I’m a good kisser—that’s instinct—but other than that, I’m pure as the driven snow. Wanna play in my snow, Harris?”

“She doesn’t love you like I do!” Jenny insisted shrilly.

“She can’t love you like I do!” Cordelia countered. “I can bend my feet behind my ears. She probably can’t even blow you without getting a backache!”

“At least I know how to blow him!”

“It’s not rocket science! You take his penis and you… blow on it… right?”

“Ladies, ladies, enough!” Xander chopped his hands in either direction, seizing their attention. “It seems like the only way to settle this is who loves me more, right?”

“Right!” Cordelia chirped. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning, Xander…”

“Love you? I’d die for you, Xander.”

“Then go ahead, die,and let us have some privacy!”

Xander was not an all-A student. He was not even an all-B student. Street smarts were also not his forte. But he did have his moments. And after an entire day of avoiding giving into the love spell he’d inadvertently put on himself, now he knew the perfect way to meet it halfway.

“Cordelia,” he said, “it seems to me, that if you really loved me, you’d be willing to share me.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Xander continued. “Share me. With her. Isn’t half of me still manly enough for you? Or would you rather have some other guy?”

“No, no!” Cordelia said in a rush, then her voice became soothing as she petted Xander’s hair. “Of course half of you is good enough for me. It’s more than enough. But Jenny, she’s such a greedy bitch, she’d never…”

“I’d want less than half of you!” Jenny piped up. “A third! A fourth! Any Xander is better than none!”

“Okay then,” Xander nodded. “It’s settled. As long as we all have this… awful spell working on us, we should make the best of it and share the Xander. After all, that’ll make me happy, and isn’t that what’s really important?”

“Absolutely, Xand,” Cordelia grinned.

“You can fuck her as much as you want!” Jenny agreed. “I know you’ll be so good at it. I only wish she could enjoy being your little cocksleeve as much as I know I will.”

Now that they’d all said it—agreed—the thought was out in the open. They all could feel the silence between them. Xander tried to appear calm, but his heart was beating wildly. He knew all of theirs were too.

“Are we going to the bed or what?” Cordelia demanded.

Her bitchy tone almost made Jenny laugh. She would’ve laughed, if it weren’t for the sexual tension stupefying the air. None of them were completely comfortable with this. They were excited for it, eager, but they weren’t comfortable with it.

“My bed’s in back,” Xander said.

“Then why are we wasting time?” Jenny asked.

They all went to Xander’s bedroom, in the back of the house, the bedroom door by the washing machine. Xander’s bed was big enough for his lanky frame, but maybe not for the three of them.

Cordelia and Jenny exchanged a glance, knowing they wouldn’t change a thing. It was all the sweeter to be doing it in Xander’s own bed.

“I’ve never been with him before,” Jenny said.

“You think I have?” Cordelia asked. “Like that? I’m not a slut.”

“She just means she’s at a disadvantage,” Xander said.

“Then take advantage of her,” Cordelia replied. “That’s what we’re here for, right?”

“That’s right,” Xander said. He stepped up to Jenny and wrapped her up in his strong arms. She had wanted to be there forever, even if she hadn’t known that until recently. She still felt odd now that it was actually happening.

“Oh, Xander,” Jenny moaned.

“Oh shit,” Cordelia said, now that her kneejerk sarcasm had backfired.

Xander kissed Jenny, his tongue pressing into her mouth to find hers meeting it. Jenny immediately felt warm. She pushed Xander back and moved her hands to her shoulder straps. “I guess I don’t need this anymore,” she said.

She undid the gown, letting it slip down her body. Underneath it, she was naked except for her panties, and they were too flimsy to cover much.

Xander leered at her small, pert breasts. Jenny wished they were as big as Cordelia’s.

“I’m sorry they’re not bigger,” she said.

“They’re just the right size for you,” Xander said. “And for me.”

He pinched her nipples between his fingers, then pulled at them, hard enough that Jenny went with them, gasping as Xander redirected her onto the bed. She fell on her back and he dropped down on top of her, lips nuzzling at the nipples he had aroused. She felt them swell even tighter in his mouth as he sucked on them, one then the other.

“That’s nice!” Jenny panted out.

Xander kept mouthing her breasts as Jenny looked to Cordelia. She wasn’t wasting any time. She’d stripped off her skirt and her top, leaving her only her underwear. Her proud breasts pushed at the semi-translucent lace of her bra. Jenny could see half her nipples through the mesh.

“Take the rest off, Cordy,” Jenny said challengingly. “Or don’t you have anything to show Xander other than what a push-up bra gives you?”

“I was going to let Xander be content with yours for a while before I showed him what two perfect tits actually look like, but if you’re in such a rush to be second best…”

Xander moved down Jenny’s body, kissing her flat belly, then the elastic waistband securing her panties to her twitching hips. Jenny kept watching Cordelia. The teenager was reaching behind her back, unhooking her bra. She felt Jenny’s eyes on her and gave the older woman a little shake—her bra dropped to the floor. Her breasts were plump and succulent, the sight of them pulling at Jenny every bit as much as Xander’s touch.

“Play with yourself,” Jenny told her.

Cordelia was in such a haze of lust that doing as Jenny said felt like it was her own idea. Watching Xander touch Jenny was overwhelming, more arousing than anything she’d ever had done to her, so it made sense to Cordelia’s addled brain to push her arousal further. All while she kept watching. It didn’t even occur to her to join in—not yet.

She moved her hands down her creamy thighs, then back up her taut stomach. All the way to her full breasts, which she hefted in her hands. Her nipples turned a rosy red, growing even harder.

Seeing this, Jenny wanted to touch them, to kiss them. She’d always been jealous of big tits like Cordelia’s, ever since she’d first gotten breasts and realized they would never be as voluptuous as some other girls’ short of surgical intervention. But being able to look at Cordelia’s, play with Cordelia’s, finally gave her a sense of ownership. She now had the tits she’d always dreamed of, even if they did come with Cordelia’s smart mouth. But then, maybe that mouth could be good for something…

“Come here,” Jenny sighed.

Xander’s fingers peeled down her panties, his tongue sneaking down her exposed flesh, while Cordelia walked to her. The sight of Cordelia in motion, every inch of nubile, naked flesh jiggling voluptuously, was fantastic. It was everything Jenny had ever dreamed of. And seeming to share the same dream, Cordelia knelt on the bed and fed Jenny one of her nipples. Jenny eased her mouth forward, taking in more of the creamy flesh to suck on.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. This had to be why men liked sucking on breasts so much. The taste of Cordelia’s skin was delicious, with a hot excitement to feeling the pounding swell of Cordelia’s nipple against the inside of her mouth.

“God, Jenny, you’re almost as good as Xander…” Cordelia gasped.

Xander had Jenny’s panties down her legs now. Running his hands up her thighs, he didn’t stop at her groin, but thrust two fingers into her sex. Jenny bit down on Cordelia’s breast, feeling herself suddenly penetrated.

“Fuck!” Cordelia cried out. “That feels good! Really good!”

Xander hurriedly worked off his own clothes with one hand while the other fingered Jenny. He had never had such a luscious woman naked before him, let alone two, and his prick was hardening like concrete.

“Let us do that,” Jenny said, eyes wide as she watched Xander trying to pull off his shirt with one hand.

Cordelia kicked off her panties and they both pulled him onto the bed, working together even if it meant Jenny had to do without having him finger-fuck her for a moment. She pulled at his shirt, skinning it over his head while Cordelia unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his zipper. Jenny unbuckled his belt. They started fighting when they both tried to pull down his jeans at once.

Xander knew this was the kind of thing that would only happen to a man once in his life. He wasn’t lucky enough to have this become a regular thing. But that couldn’t get him down, not in the middle of a threesome. It only made him more determined to delight in every minute of this.

“Remember, ladies, share and share alike,” he said, smugly pillowing his hands behind his head.

With a look at each other, Jenny and Cordelia made peace. They each grabbed one side of his pants and shucked them down his legs. Then they were both leaning down to his manhood.

There was no hesitation in either of them. Their fingers caressed his balls, hands petting his toned thighs, while two hungry mouths shared his cock. Xander couldn’t believe what was happening. He lifted his head and saw a curtain of raven hair lowered to his groin, both women so close together that it was hard to tell where one’s mane began and one’s ended. He felt their hotly licking tongues, the suction of their luscious lips, but he still couldn’t believe it was real.

One soft, satiny mouth plunged down on his length, gurgling as she swallowed him to the balls, while the other rubbed her face, skin creamy and silken, all over his shaft and the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

“Oh fuck!” Xander groaned out, voice so rough with the attempt to restrain himself that he sounded like he was in agony.

And still they shared him, knowing it was what would make him happy. Their heads kept bobbing up and down, switching him from one mouth to the other, so that he never knew who was giving him a blowjob.

“Shit!” Xander threw his head back to crush his pillow. “I’m gonna come! My fucking balls are gonna explode! I can’t hold it! Oh fuck! This is insane! I’m fucking coming already!”

He couldn’t help himself. One blowjob he could maybe have handled, but two at the same time was impossible. He looked down and saw their faces cheek to cheek, both of them smiling lasciviously, tongues lolling out for his cum as they both pumped his cock together. In the middle of his orgasm, that made him come even harder. The last thing he saw before his eyes rolled back in his head was his white-hot cum splattering both their beautiful faces.